The connection to other writers in the blog world?
The opportunity to stretch my fiction muscles?
The magical world of make-believe that I can create in 5 sentences?
Nope.
The fact that it provides fodder during my dry spells of inspiration.
This week's word is Spunk.
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As Serena
Kleinfelder’s due date approached, she dwelled more and more on the sexist
monopoly on naming – why couldn’t this child be Serena Junior? Paul
humored his wife by agreeing with her, but since he was certain she would be
giving birth to a boy, he knew the point was moot - the new arrival would carry on the proud name of Paul Ulysses Norton Kleinfelder.
Then again, mused Paul, it
might be foolhardy to disregard Grandfather Bert – or Umberto – and the fortune
he had made from his vineyards. Meanwhile, Serena was recalling Aunt Nigella and
her threats, when she went to that great canasta game in the sky, of bestowing
the proceeds from her four-bedroom condo in Boca on the local cat shelter.
All were thrilled
when Serena Pauline Umberta Nigella Kleinfelder, six pounds three ounces, arrived
on time, fated after a lively year of second grade at Henry
Barnard Elementary School
to be forever known at Spunk.
HA, ha! I never liked my name so there was never any worry about my daughter carrying it on. My husband felt the same about his. But I definitely like Spunk.
ReplyDeleteLOL-- Spunk. Gotta love that name!
ReplyDeleteWOW! what a long name,sounds musical though!
ReplyDeleteAh, the politics of child naming - I remember those! Great story, lovely touch of humour here.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story. Bet Spunk grows up to be quite a woman.
ReplyDeleteWow. I was wondering how you were going to work spunk into a story.
ReplyDeletea rather unfortunate sequence of initials for sure, but perhaps Serena Jnr will grow to have plenty of spunk and rule the world. Or at least the world she eventually works in. CEO: Boss Cocky.
You are amazing! I love the story.
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